CALYPSO.10

House Arrest: 3 Weeks

Massiah

Aoki dropped me and the food off at the crib and dipped. I ain’t know she was gone leave. If I knew she wasn’t planning on staying I would’ve found a way to keep her around.

I wonder if she knows that she’s lowkey hurting a nigga. I’ve been wanting this girl for years and she ain’t never give me the time of day. I just watched as she dubs niggas left and right. That shit kind of helped cause I fucked- but it ain’t do much justice cause even though I know what not to do and say to her, I got shorty pregnant and got locked up without even knowing she was. Then she was with my kid for two years and I couldn’t do shit to help her out. I could’ve had my grandma helping her out and Elijah would know his niece.

But right now I want her and I’m not tryna see her round no other nigga. Her and this lil shit she in with ole boy bout to die down real quick. I’m not having it. She been my shorty and gone stay mine whether she wants to be or not. Can’t no nigga touch on her after me, but clearly she got ole boy doing all that now.

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Since the girls left bout three hours ago, me and my boys just been chilling. We’ve just been drinking and smoking. Well, they’ve been smoking cause I can’t since these fuck ass white folks got me doing drug tests and shit. I ain’t even supposed to be near weed right now.

“Nah that fuck nigga looked like a bitch” Quan chuckles.

“That fuck nigga flew down the stairs and all” Drell said. He’s on his phone. Probably texting Shorty he had over here.

“I’m telling you, that nigga getting hit if I see him again” Tory shakes his head.

“You over here being nice and shit. Should’ve did it right then, talking bout a next time” Quan passes Tory the blunt.

“Jit not pushing up for real” I shake my head.

“You right, I ain’t on shit” Tory mumbles.

I pull my phone from my pocket. Scrolling through my notifications, I notice a message was sent from a random number. Well, I don’t think it’s random cause muhfuckas don’t have my number. It’s probably only 10 people with my number and I have less contacts than that.

I sit my cup down on the ground and open the message. The images itself lets me know who it is.

Unknown

Massiah i wanna see lil shorty Read 9:32 PM

I sit my phone down on the couch waiting for her to reply. I actually wanna meet my little girl cause she doesn’t even know who I am despite lowkey wanting Aoki to come back to the crib.

“Police come around, ima move if they tell me freeze” I mumble as I pick up my cup.

“Shorty on the way back with Mel,” Drell said. “Yo girl dropping them off. They on the street.”

“Damn, y’all had pussy over here and ain’t tell a nigga?” Tory takes a pull from the blunt.

“Nigga you just had a bitch in here last night, what happened to her?” Quan mumbles, turning the game on.

I take a sip of my drink, looking at Tory. He definitely had a bitch over and her ass was loud as fuck. Made me, Drell, Quan, and Mel not want to go upstairs cause they were loud as shit. All night at that

Tory blows the smoke out just before speaking in a high-pitched tone. “Stinkaa”

I choke, trying not to laugh. This nigga is so unserious.

“That’s wild” Drell shakes his head.

Quan chuckles as Drell speaks. “What?”

Tory scrunches up his face in disgust. “Her pussy was stank. Soon as I stuck my shit in I smelt it”

“And you still ripped that shit?”

“Had to” Tory shakes his head. “Shit blew me though ’cause I couldn’t even tell her that shit. Ain’t even wanna look at the hoe.”

“This why ion stick my dick in these hoes.” I shake my head.

“And you the only one with a jit” Drell looks up from his phone. “How that’s working out for you?”

Smiling, I pull the cup up to my lips. “Great. Ima give her another one.” I take a sip.

Shit wasn’t planned, but when I make her mine and niggas know she mine I’m definitely giving her all my kids. Ima be the only nigga in that. Just gotta get rid of her dude first. Still gotta figure out who he is, but I ain’t in a rush to find out either.

“Nah that’s wild” Quan chuckles. “But I feel you with the boujee dick though.”

“Thank you” I dapped him up.

Quan has always been the only one in a relationship, so I know he gets what I’m saying. That nigga tryna settle down and get married and shit. He tryna do that shit the right way.

I don’t care to get married. As long as I have who I want and she’s loyal, I’m set for life. She ain’t gotta have my last name and we don’t need a paper saying we married. And I’ll be damned if my bitch got access to all my money.

Illegal money at that. I don’t want any of my shit tied to my girl. Shit, It’d be great if my girl ain’t have my last name and we’re not legally married cause muhfuckas can’t use her to get to me. At least muhfuckas that don’t know bout her can’t. As long as she’s not tied to me legally, I’m straight. Shit, all my kids can have her last name. I’m cool with that cause my fucked up life won’t be tied to them either.

“Niggas over here fucking skanks and shit” Quan passes me the other controller.

I hold onto the controller and sit my cup down. A nigga feel drunk right now. Mainly cause I’m drinking this Don straight.

“Like yo bitch wasn’t fucking before she got with you” Tory passes Drell the blunt and stands up.

“Watch yo mouth bout shorty” Quan mumbles.

Tory pulls his pants up and begins heading out. “You know exactly what I’m talking bout though so I ain’t sugarcoating shit nor am I watching shit”

Long story short, Tory and Mel fucked way before Quan did. Mel been fucking. We ain’t find out until that night I fucked Aoki. Tory knew her face but not her name. So that night, Tory spilled the shit. Quan just ain’t give a fuck cause he knew he wanted her. They’ve been rocking since. Muhfuckas been together for three years as of last month; July.

“Ima beat the shit outta him” Quan mutters.

Shaking my head, I focus my attention on the TV. We decided on a game to play which was Madden. Not long after we pick our players, a knock lands on the front door.

I stand to my feet and walk backward to the door. “I got it,” I tell Drell as he gets up.

I slowly back to the front door and continue to play the game until the TV is no longer in my sight. After pausing the game, I open the front door. Shorty Drell was chilling with is at the door, but I can clearly see Aoki’s car in the street.

“Hey,” she speaks nervously.

“Wassup, she leaving?” I ask, referring to Aoki.

She nervously pushes her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, but she’s in the car talking to Mel”

Aoki does the same thing when she’s nervous. I step to the side, giving her room to walk inside. As she walks past me, my eyes drop to her ass but I quickly pick them up and walk outside. Bad habit.

As I approach the car, Mel gets out with a bag. I’m guessing she staying over again. Since I’ve been out, I don’t think it’s been a day she ain’t sleepover.

“Ain’t it past yo curfew?”

“Mind yo business”

Mel rolls her eyes, “Just asking. I don’t wanna be here when the cops pull up cause you outside.”

Ignoring her, I open the passenger seat door and sit inside. Aoki is looking at her phone, not paying attention. I’m gone have to fix this cause if she’s my girl, she’s got to pay attention to her surroundings.

“You just got out” she mumbles.

“And I’m tryna get in you” I lick my lips.

She looks up from her phone, confused. I can tell she’s not surprised that it’s me. Either way, I need her to pay attention to who’s getting in her car.

“What do you want?” She mumbles, refocusing her attention to her phone.

“You” I pull her phone from her hand. “Why you ain’t staying?”

She scratches her head. “One, I got a boyfriend for the thousandth time. Two, I have things to do. So can you get out?”

This is the second time she mentioned dude. I still don’t give a fuck. Dude ain’t got shit on me and definitely ain’t stopping me from getting shorty.

“Fuck that gotta do with me?”

“Watch your mouth” She reaches for her phone, but I pull away.

As I open my mouth to speak, I hear a sneeze but it doesn’t come from her. It came from the backseat and it was a little sneeze.

“Bless you, mama” Aoki looks in the backseat. “Don’t use your hand.”

Before I can look, she turns in her seat and reaches in the back. I pull the sun visor mirror down and lean my head to the side, trying to see the backseat. All I see is the top of the car seat, but I don’t see anybody. I already know who it is, but I dead wanna see her.

“Thank you, Mommy”

Aoki sits down in the seat, “You’re welcome.”

“I hungry”

“Welp you heard her, now get out so I can feed my child” Aoki adjusts herself in the seat.

“What you want to eat?” I slightly turn, looking in the backseat.

I get a glimpse of her face just before she pulls her blanket up to her face. I know Aoki sent me pictures of little Shorty, but she looks more like me in person than she does in those pictures.

“Oh my god” Aoki mumbles.

“Playdoh”

I scrunch up my face and look at Aoki, whose head is pressed against the steering wheel. “You be giving her Play-Doh to eat?”

She turns her head, looking at me. “No, I don’t. Mimi, what do you want to eat? You can’t eat Play-Doh, mama.”

“Nanas. Cheese.”

“No chicken or potatoes?” Aoki asks her.

“No. Cheese mommy.”

“Macaroni and cheese?” Aoki looks in the backseat.

“Ouu yes”

I look in the backseat to see little Shorty smiling. Nah, she looks like Aoki. That smile did it. She has some of my features, but she really looks like Aoki. There’s something about Aoki’s smile, and nobody else has a prettier smile than her. But Stormi’s smile is very similar, almost identical.

“And nana” she nods her head.

Once she notices that I’m looking at her, she covers her face with the blanket.

“We gotta wait till we get home, okay?” Aoki said. Little Shorty nods her head and continues to look at me.

“That nigga be round her?” I turn my attention back to Aoki.

“Okay, if you not gone watch yo mouth, you can get out right now.”

I suck my teeth. “Shorty just answer the question.”

She rolls her eyes, “Why does that matter?”

“Cause if she my jit, ion want no niggas round her. So answer the fucking question.”

“Get out,” she says while opening her door. “Act like you can’t stop cussing for 5 freaking seconds. Make no sense.”

Before she gets out of the car, she grabs the open bag of chips sitting near the cup holder and passes them to Shorty in the back. Shaking my head, I get out of the car. Aoki is crazy as fuck if she thinks I’m not gone say what I’m thinking.

I rest my arms on the door and watch as she storms around the car. I find it kind of cute how she’s getting mad.

I lick my lips, “That nigga be round her?”

“Before I answer that, do you want a DNA test? Cause you keep saying if”

“That’s up to you, Ma” My eyes drop to her thighs.

She snaps her fingers in my face, “Eyes up and I’m not paying for it ’cause I know who got me knocked up. So if you don’t think she’s your child, you pay for it.”

“See I ain’t say all that. You tryna avoid a simple ass question”

“He does” She crosses her arms.

“Well dead that right now. Don’t bring him round her no more” I run my hand over my waves.

“Um, no”

“Um, yuh” I mock her. “Dead that shit ’cause if I hurt jit, you gone hate a nigga.”

“Part of me already does, so just be thankful I told you the truth instead of keeping it from you” She steps a little closer to me.

I chuckle. Although the door is between the two of us, I can feel how annoyed she is with me. She can be annoyed and mad all she wants, but I’m being dead serious. I don’t do empty threats. She better hope I don’t find out that nigga still round my jit.

“You ain’t tell me shit till I asked, but ight” I close the door, as I hear sirens. “Remember what I said, Calypso.”

I make my way back to the porch. I already know twelve on the way to the crib. The second I sat inside the car, I was outside of my range. I just don’t give a fuck. As for Shorty, I got her mind and I’m good with just that. She can hate me all she wants, but ima make her hate me so much that she loves a nigga. Shit starting with getting rid of her little boy toy.